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I try to be, answered Rob, as they laughed at Ted's compliment. 'I do thank him, for it's true; and if you, Robin, do half as much for your brother as Papa has for me, your life won't be a failure, said Mrs Jo heartily. 'I'm very glad to see you helping one another. It's the right way, and we can't begin too soon to try to understand the needs, virtues, and failings of those nearest us.
Only a few minutes' conversation was necessary, however, to prove to the parents that each of the boys was dead in earnest in his announced intention to enlist in the navy. "I don't suppose there is much to be said here," concluded Ted's father after listening to the son's impassioned appeal for parental sanction.
Margaret dropped wearily into one of these, and the dark-eyed Julie hung over her with little affectionate attentions. The children returned to their game. "Well, what a time you had with little Dolly Scott!" said Julie, sympathetically. "Ted's been getting it all mixed up! Tell us about it. Poor old Mark, you're all in, aren't you? Mark, would you like a cup of tea?" "Love it!"
Blee was the first to stand bewildered before Ted's blunt announcement that he had come for Mrs. Blanchard's luggage. "What luggage? What the douce be talkin' 'bout?" he asked. "Why, everything, I s'pose. She 'm comin' home to-day that's knawn, ban't it?" "Gormed if 'tis! Not by me, anyways nor Miller, neither." Then Phoebe appeared and Billy heard the truth. "My! An' to keep it that quiet!
He thought it was a dog, and was about to raise his revolver to fire at it when he thought better of it, as he did not want to arouse the household if he could conquer his man without making a noise. "Don't shoot," said the man, who had observed Ted's motion with the gun. At this extraordinary request Ted paused.
'You were perfectly right, Miss Verney. You're an Idealist; at least, you don't like practical details. But still you take a great interest in other people psychologically. You want to know, I'm sure, just how a shepherd really feels, and why he feels it. I don't even care for that, and I'm not very keen on scenery, or places either, or even things. My Uncle Ted's so frightfully fond of Things.
"I will leave you for a minute." The train was slowing up for Racine. His telegram was all ready except for the address. He rushed into the ticket office, added the address and had it sent collect, and had plenty of time to board the train. "I wonder why," thought Ted, "he should have to run into that station." Ted's suspicions were somewhat aroused.
Stella's commands were promptly obeyed, and Kit groaned slightly as Stella helped him off with his coat and cut away his sleeve. He had received a nasty flesh wound near the shoulder, made by a ball of large caliber, which had passed clear through. As soon as she had washed the wound with water from Ted's canteen, and had bound it up, Kit felt much more comfortable.
"Good-by," and he started making apologies again while she merely looked and Oliver was suddenly fretting like a weary hostess whose callers have stayed hours too long, to have him down in the car and the car pointed again with its nose toward Southampton. And then he heard, through Ted's last apologia, the whir of a mounting elevator. The elevator couldn't stop at the fourth floor it couldn't.
"If I thought that really was the bunch he picked," said she to herself, "I should consider he had broken his promise and I should feel obliged to throw it away. Perhaps I'd better do it anyhow. Yet it seems a pity to throw away such a beautiful bowlful of white and green, and very likely they were of Ted's picking after all. But I don't like that one red one against all the white."
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